Sent
He walks
hands in pockets
smiling at the sky
music in his mind.
I don't know the words
but I will.
He looks at me.
I'm sent.
Absolutely sent.
He talks
not to me.
I feel a little crazy anyway.
I don't know what to say
but I will...someday.
Cuz he sends me.
Absolutely sends me.
I fall up
and fall back down
land on my head
and spin all around.
My blood curdles
and my knees buckle
and I can't imagine
being his girl
but I will.
I'm sent
I'm sent
I'm sent
Absolutely sent
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2011
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